InsomniaWhen you haven’t slept for two nights(or for some people, one), yougo through the following daydoing everything you must, and evenfeeling everything you should, but witha time-lag. Impotentlyyou struggle against it, turnat this corner, avoid that boreat the office; regardthe child, the hydrangeas and think(and as required say) Yes,they’re beautiful, the day is gorgeous,but slowly. A kind of filmplays, and you’re in it;another kind of filmforms on your face, and it’syour face. And you don’t think of sleepbut of another daywithout it, and fear the delaywill increase; for with you locked awaywithin it, what might the body door say? It’s rather like poetry,where both the talented and untalentedlie, but the talented(and this is the great secret)lie more.

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Jens,There's no request for comments after the Didone review, but I'll add here:--Mr Jenkins told me he had cut 90 minutes (not 45) after the dress rehearsal. But I agree with you, he could have been even freer with the scissors.--Brian Cummings was struggling with two roles that were written for a haute-contre rather than a countertenor. He's quite comfortable when he gets a part that's actually written for the latter voice, and managed to get many of his recits transposed up to avoid too many switch-overs into chest register. Still, not a lot of "money notes."john w.